Red: If they question you, do not speak to them. They'll tell you someone has already confessed. Do not believe it. It's a manipulation.Frieda: Another manipulation? They hit you repeatedly in the face.

McCullough: You boys are all teenagers.Stratman: Hey, I didn't do anything!McCullough: It's like when a dude date rapes a girl at a frat house. It's everyone's fault.Stratman: Exactly, 'cause we're in a brotherhood. Even you, McCullough. And Humps, he's just our weirdo roach-liquefying kid brother. Maybe Ramos was causing trouble, right? Or... or Humps was having a bad day. We don't know. What we do know is, we're the ones on the ground making the tough calls every day. McCullough: I mean, it's not like we have any proof.Stratman: Yeah. He could have been making her a sandwich for all we know.McCullough: Yeah.Stratman: Yeah.

I don't know what poison you and your hillbilly friends are peddling, but if you sell any of it to Nichols, you will never know what's really in your food, and I assure you, I can slip in untold horrors.